Title: Bed of Roses
Author: AMB Ricardo
Series: VOY
Rating: NC-17
Codes: K/7

Summary:  Seven takes the initiative and begins a personal exploration of various types of human love.

Promo: Seven uses the holodeck for what it was intended: sex-ed.

Disclaimer: Everything Star Trek belongs to Paramount and Viacom.  I am simply using the context for creative purposes.  No copyright infringment intended....aw, you know the drill; as if they'd read this anyway...

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Author's Notes: This is actually a prequel to my first PWP, "Shoot for the Stars" answering the question, "What was Seven's first sexual experience?"  It's got a lot of sex, but I don't think it's a pure PWP this time.  Anyway, tell me what you think. This is the COMPLETED version.  I hope you enjoy it.  Do tell me what you think: gripes, complains, concerns, comments, suggestions, or...oh, yeah, praise :o)

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Sex.  That was Tom Paris' synonym for copulation.  In a forced
Italian accent, Nicoletti had described it to Seven as, "Making
passionate love."  Why there was such a wide divergence of
description for the simple act of copulation Seven did not
comprehend, but she was determined to quench her efficient
curiosity on what she deemed to be a minor subject.

Immediately following her shift in the Astrometrics Lab she
headed down to the holodeck.  Entering the empty grid, and
standing in the centre of the room, she began querying the
computer.  "Computer, define sex."

"Establish context," the computer asked.

Seven was confused. "Explain."

"There are 1352 definitions and permutations for the word 'sex.'
Please define parameters."

"Define within the human context."

"Working..."  The computer gave several intermediate beeps before
stating, "Sex is defined to include either of two divisions, male
and female, by which organisms are distinguished with reference
to their reproductive functions.  It includes psychological and
cultural distinctions of the two sexes.  It is the activity or
phenomena of life concerned with sexual desire or reproduction."
 

The last part of the definition peaked her interest.  "Explain
the difference between sexual desire and reproduction."

The computer asked for specification, "Establish human cultural
context."

Seven paused for a moment, unsure how to provide the
clarification the computer needed.  She barely knew anything
about the humans aboard ship, let alone the information needed to
give the computer a specific cultural context.  Yet she realized
that she was not interested in any specific cultural context.
"Computer, provide explanation through extrapolation and provide
general context."

As the computer began beeping with activity, Seven felt a sense
of satisfaction that her commands were sufficient.  However, it
was short lived.  "Provide human time period."

Frustrated, Seven stated, "Most recent time period."

"Standby...Within the given period, sexual activity precipitated
only by sexual desire was limited by the moral and ethical
underpinnings of a given society. Within a selected cultural
group, a range of moral understandings existed, prompting the
need for mutual consent to any act, for the goal of mutual
satisfaction.  Although, there are exceptions to the general
rule."

The computer continued, "Sexual activity precipitated by the
desire of procreation generally included greater restrictions in
addition to the cultural ethic of mutual consent."

"Explain these restrictions."

"Within all human cultures, there is an established tradition for
a formal union between sexual partners before reproduction is to
take place, or after pregnancy had developed.  This generally
consisted of a ceremony where a formal proclamation of love was
recited."

Curious, Seven asked, "Define love..." Knowing the computer would
need more information, she added, "...within the general human
context."

"Unable to comply."

"State the nature of your difficulty."

"Unable to provide a general definition for the human concept of
love."

"Why?"

"There is more than one."

"How many?" Seven asked with frustrated intensity.

"Three."

Seven gave an exasperated huff as she grew exceptionally weary of
the computer's greatly inefficient voice command system.  She
reminded herself that it would be next on her list of system
improvements.  In the meantime, she decided to avoid any further
'conversations' with the computer and simply told her what to do.
"Computer, provide a holographic representation of the first
definition of love."

"Acknowledged.  Provide parameters for holographic partner."

For once, Seven gave serious consideration to one of the
computer's requests.  While she initially thought to herself that
any holographic partner would be sufficient, she realized that if
she was to gain at least a basic understanding of the human
concept of love, that she should pick someone with whom she had a
remote interest.  Intrigued by Ensign Harry Kim's advances over a
year ago, she decided to use him as the accessory.  "Computer,
recreate the image of Ensign Harry Kim, and incorporate the
latest personality profile with the first definition of love, and
begin program."

"Acknowledged.  Incorporating Ensign Harry Kim personality
profile, stardate 51425.8.  Modifying profile.  Please standby."

After a moment of silence, the holomatrix whooshed into action,
dimming momentarily before producing a somewhat darkened room.
Had it not been for her enhanced ocular implant, she would not
have noticed the spartan nature of the thickly carpeted space.
It was not bright enough to discern any colours, so everything
was simply distinguished by various shades of grey, toned by what
Seven deduced to be moonlight shining in via small rectangular
windows along the upper part of one wall.  She rotated her body
around to see the other side of the cube-shaped chamber, and
found only two doors on the wall across from the windows.
Feeling the desire to leave, she walked over the woolly carpet
towards one of the doors.

She opened the door and jumped back in surprise, startled to see
the holographic Harry standing right outside the door, his body
leaning on the door frame.  His eyes were fierce, narrow, and he
had a smug smirk on his face.  Seven found it odd that he was
wearing only a light, silky, long-sleeve shirt, buttoned only in
the middle, with a pair of loose shorts hanging from his waist.
The image was appealing for Seven, if only that it displayed the
strong attributes of his physique.  "So, where do you think
you're going?" he asked teasingly.

"I wanted to explore this recreation."

The hologram gave a mocking laugh.  "Recreation?  You think I'd
make all this up for you?"

Seven was genuinely oblivious. "I do not understand."

"No, that's right, you don't," he said with an exaggerated pout
of his lips.  "I'm sorry for even asking."

He put his hands around Seven's face and pulled it to his,
lending Seven to have her first kiss.  With a loud smack, he let
go of her lips, and caressed Seven's fine hair.  "There now, you
feel better?"

"I do not know."

"Well, you'll feel better in a while," he said as he brushed past
Seven into the room.  "Mind if I come in?"

Seven gave a suspiciously curious glare at the hologram, but
allowed him to enter.  "He is not Harry Kim," she thought to
herself.  Her thoughts were distracted by the hologram turning
around to face Seven, smiling as he raised his hand and motioned
his index finger to fetch Seven.  "Come here, Seven."

Deciding to continue with the program, she followed the
hologram's command.  The room was only five steps wide, but it
seemed to take her a longer period of time to arrive in front of
the hologram.  By her third step, the hologram had already
unbuttoned his shirt, letting it hang open, showing Seven his
firm chest and abdomen.  It seemed to take longer to reach him
only because she was indeed approaching slowly, gazing at the
apparent physical perfection that stood before her.

The hologram noticed Seven's interest, and smiled aggressively.
"You like what you see, huh?"

"Yes."  She was finally less than a foot away from him, but she
still gazed at his body, his upper chest, already rigid nipples
puncturing through his thin shirt, his smooth light skin.

The hologram looked at her curiously, as if bewildered by her
constant gaze.  "Hey, what's the matter?  You look as if it's the
first time you've seen me."

"In a matter of speaking, it is."

He seemed totally oblivious to the genuine tone of her voice.
"Oh, this is one of your games," he grinned.  "I can live with
that.  Your first time?  Okay, we can do that," he said with an
untamed eagerness.

With a sweet-looking smile, his demeanour quickly changed.  His
movements became more gentle as he gently caressed Seven's cheek
down to her chin.  With her chin within his fingers, his arm bent
further as he moved closer to dock his lips with hers.  His touch
was soft, slowly massaging her lush lips.  Seven couldn't help
but feel arousal at his seductive proficiency.  Becoming aware of
his consistent cycle of kisses, she began to reciprocate with her
own attention onto his lips.

Seven gasped as she felt a hand squeeze her firm breast, it's
intent apparent by its sensually rhythmic motion.  The hologram
noticed her break from his lips and grinned.  "Surprise."

She smiled and began kissing him with greater intensity.  Noting
her aggressiveness, he started to explore with his tongue.  Seven
instinctively moaned at the deeper sharing, her tongue beginning
to play with his.  His hands stopped their caressing as they
moved up to the back of her neck, locating the zipper to her
tight outfit.  Ending the kiss, he whispered, "Turn around."  She
followed his command and felt a wave of anticipation overcome her
as the zipper went lower and lower.

Harry's hands outstretched, he slid the suit off, sliding his
soft palms over her shoulders as he uncovered the perfection
beneath.  Turning her around, his eyes followed his hands as they
slowly uncovered her chest from the upper valley to their
darkened peaks.  He eyed her breasts with feral intensity, his
lips eager to taste what lie within.  Catching a breast in his
hand, he moved his lips over the nipple and softly kissed, then
licked to raise it to attention.  Seven's body accepted his
interest, allowing him to devour her.

Seven's arousal pulsed through her.  She could feel her body heat
up with every touch from the hologram.  Her face felt flushed,
her breasts raw, her vaginal layers wet.  Her thought processes
were suppressed to the sensual energy playing with her body.  Her
lack of experience demanded her to follow the lead of her
hologram, waiting for him to teach her.

The hologram complied as his seductive actions stopped.  His
smile still eager, he looked at Seven's face as he unbuttoned his
shorts and let them fall to his feet, revealing a naked shaft.
"Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Oh, you tease," the hologram said as he pulled Seven closer to
him to plant a wet kiss.  Seven's leg rubbed against his length,
soliciting an aroused moan as he kissed.  He grew increasingly
impatient, pushing Seven down to her knees, her face at the same
level as his crotch.  "Your turn," he grunted.  "Suck it."

Seven was perplexed. "I beg your pardon?"

"God damn it, I didn't come here to be badgered with questions!"
He was noticeably perturbed at the lack of satisfaction.
Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed Seven's face into his
cock and guided it over his entire length.

Seven was caught by surprise, and moaned in disapproval, trying
to push her head away.  Despite her Borg strength, she was unable
to dislodge her mouth from his salty flesh, and the more she
tried to struggle, the more she lubricated the hologram's length,
easing his ability to control.

The holographic Harry slowly began to maintain a minimal level of
guidance, one hand still holding on to her head, the other
becoming a counterweight to the swing of his body.  His shirt
waved in the air as he appeared to gain all the satisfaction he
had apparently waited for.  His moans grew louder into deep
grunts as he gasped for air, his waist thrusting faster and
faster.  His controlling arm grew weaker as he proclaimed,
"Ooohh, get ready..."

Seven was able to release her mouth.  "Get ready for what?"

Seven quickly received her answer as the quick withdrawal caught
the hologram by surprise.  He grunted at the final loss of
control, his male essence ejecting over Seven's querying face.
His body jolted with each ejection, his voice grunting with every
pulse.  He collapsed onto his back to the soft floor, his male
sexuality exhausted.  Playing with himself, he turned to Seven
and smiled.  "Gawd, I love you."

Seven gave a frustrated look at the hologram, his essence still
clinging to her.  "How can this be love?" she thought to herself.
Uncomfortable with the white bodily fluid on her face, she
ordered, "Computer, remove holographic ejaculate."

Within an instant the substance disappeared, leaving only her
clean, soft skin.  Standing, she put her suit back on and stared
at the laid hologram.  "Computer, freeze program."

Still glaring at the hologram she felt more disgust than love for
it.  "Computer, explain this representation of love."

"Please re-state the question."

"How can this be a representation of love?"

"This definition was completed by extrapolating from the various
Federation sociological and psychological historical databases."

"But I feel no love for this holographic representation."

"According to the first extrapolated definition, this type of
love consists of a dominant figure and a subservient partner.  As
there was only one holographic partner, the dominant figure was
incorporated into the personality profile."

"So, love is then defined according to the dominant figure."

"That is correct."

"How was that love defined?"

"Given general psychoanalytical profiles, the emotion of love was
primarily defined by sexual satisfaction of the dominant figure.
A lack of satisfaction implied a lack of love towards the
subservient partner."

"Thus, this love was not reciprocal."

"Such a conclusion cannot be determined from the general context.
While psychological profiles suggest a sociological hierarchy
between partners, the existence of such a relationship suggests
that both partners gained a sufficient level of satisfaction to
maintain the relationship.  The dominant figure attained sexual
satisfaction, while the subservient figure received a level of
attention sufficient to remain with the dominant figure."

"Such a relationship is inefficient."

"Correct.  Despite their general incompatibility, both partners
remained together to fill the other's particular deficiency via a
sexual association."

This was not the type of relationship she felt she had, or wanted
with Ensign Kim.  Yet, the computer was able to totally transform
him to be so...deficient.  It was a characteristic she felt she
did not want to experience again, and was confident that she
would never experience with the real Harry Kim.

Her experience, however, did provoke a new-found longing for the
real Ensign.  After seeing his naked physical representation, she
could not suppress a desire to touch, and feel his presence
within her.  That desire prompted her to continue her exploration
of human love.  She wanted to be prepared when the time came for
her to accept Harry's genuine advances.  "Computer, reset the
holographic representation of Ensign Harry Kim, and incorporate
with the second definition of love."

"Acknowledged, standby."

*******************

The hologrid re-appeared in a smooth flash as a totally new
environment appeared.  This second setting was much more
brighter, richly stained wood panels covering the walls.  She
appeared in a semi-enclosed space where wooden cabinets hung from
the ceiling, with metal pots and pans hooked below them, with a
smooth countertop at waist-level, supported by more wooden
cabinets.  In the middle of the room was a stovetop, a light
veneer counter-top adjacent to it, with sunshine beaming in
through a transparent skylight above.

Seven could hear footsteps approach, and turned to its direction,
finding the holographic Harry Kim walk in wearing a thick, white
bathrobe.  "Hey Seven, hungry?" he asked as he reached to open a
stainless steel refrigerator imbedded in one of the walls.

She paused before answering.  "No, I am not, Ensign."

"Ensign?" Harry repeated questioningly.

"Is there something wrong?"

He chuckled lightly as he turned back towards the fridge,
retrieving a bowl of fruit.  "That's not what you kept on calling
me last night."

"Last night?"

"Yeah, you know...you, me, a bed taking a beating 'til the wee
hours of the morning."

Seven noted the cute sarcasm in his voice, yet sounded unsure as
to what he was referring to.  "We copulated."

"Yes," he replied with humour-filled curiosity on his face.  "We
copulated."  He came up to her and touched her forehead.  "At
least I hope you thought we did.  Are you feeling okay?"

Taking his hand into hers to remove it, she replied, "I am fine."
At least she was until she felt the soft strength pulsing through
the hologram's hand.  The feel of his skin was tempting.  She
could smell its clean, fresh scent, and felt a yearning
sensation.  Uninhibited, she moved his hand to her cheek and
tilted her head to feel the surface of his palm.

Still looking at the hologram, she saw his face change from a
concerned curiosity to warm compassion.  "You look so different
this morning."

"How so?" she managed to utter as Harry's hand caressed her face.

"You look so distant...So alone."

"You are mistaken."

Harry was sweetly resolute.  "I don't think so.  I can see it in
your eyes."

"How can you make such a determination?"

"You taught me," Harry said with a hint of humour in his voice.
"Remember?" He mimicked her voice as he recited, "I notice how
your pupils dilate when you look at my body.  Are you in love
with me, Ensign?"

Harry was hoping for a smile from Seven, but he didn't get
anything except a blank look.  Deciding to be more serious he
said, "Well, put in another way, someone once said that the eyes
are the windows to the soul."

That more reasonable explanation produced some response.  Seven
could feel a truth emerge from her heart.  It was a tight feeling
welling up, one eliciting discomfort.  Even sadness.  Her eyes
closed trying to hide the welling truth he spoke.  But, the
longing to belong, the desire to be loved, the yearning to be
touched erupted from within her rigid external calm.  In spite of
her attempts to suppress this emptiness, her feelings continued
to surface.

The hologram sensed her rush of sad emotion, and took her face in
his hands, and pulled it gently to his smooth chest.  His action
evoked the expected response as Seven wept into his soft white
robe.  He whispered sweet condolences into her ear, encouraging
her and imparting his love for her.

Wiping away the tears not absorbed into Harry's robe, Seven
asked, "Why do you say such things?"

"Because I love you," he said softly.

"But you do not know me."

Harry gave a subtle smile as he took Seven's hands in his. "Tom
told me once that 'knowing is half the battle.'  I may not know
all there is about you, but that doesn't mean that I don't want
to try.  Because, the other half of the battle is the search for
the knowledge.  With both, you gain wisdom.  And, in love, there
is no greater wisdom than to cherish what you know, and be joyful
with what you find.  And if it isn't obvious already, I'm loving
every minute of my exploration of you, and I cherish everything I
know about you."

Seven felt a strong affinity for this hologram.  It was so much
like the Harry Kim she knew.  The implicit warmth, kindness and
compassion that she was accustomed to from the Ensign was all
there.  But not only that, this representation made perfect sense
of love, and expressed it with such perfection, she felt there
could be nothing better.

Taking lessons from her first holographic encounter, she
approached her second hologram with a tenacious fervour.  Taking
his cheeks in her hands, she pulled his lips towards hers and
kissed.  She was aroused by the scent of his freshly cleansed
skin.  Sliding her hand down, she moved to handle his naked
length hidden under the robe, resulting in a holographic moan of
pleasure.

His moan was followed by a caress of her breasts, and quick
motions to relieve her body of its expressive suit.  But he only
unclothed her, leaving her grey, circuitry-laden corset tightly
around her abdomen.  Seven was about to remove the blinking
corset when the hologram whispered into her ear, "Leave it on."

The heat of his voice against her ear was so alluring she
yielded, eager to experience the excitement that awaited her.  He
gently lifted her to the central countertop, positioning her for
ease of oral entry.  He teased her, caressing her legs as he
spread them wide, revealing virgin, vaginal layers.

The corset restricted her abdominal movement, forcing her to well
up her ecstasy as Harry's lips endowed themselves upon her
feminine flesh.  The hologram's insistence to keep the corset on
quickly became apparent as scattered points of light on the
corset flickered simultaneously with her quivers of pleasure.
The hologram gave out muffled laughs as he could see the effect
of his administrations.  The lights flashed with greater speed,
the colours becoming increasingly intense, reflecting off the
stainless steel fridge and the hanging pots and pans.  Being
rallied from the crowd of lights, the hologram quickened his
slick activity, the lights flashing faster and faster, Seven's
moans getting louder and louder, until the corset froze with
constant light, the body within tense, and shuddering in
pleasure.

Seven's mind overloaded for a moment, her technological
components apparently unable to cope with the intense physical
gratification it just experienced.  Her body felt frozen
following its climactic frenzy.  Only when she felt her loins
drop to touch the damp countertop did she regain her senses.

Her vaginal layers sensitive to her movement, Seven slowly sat
up.  She looked avidly for the hologram, but was disappointed to
note he was gone.  She wanted to have her turn, and grew
irritable when she felt she couldn't get her chance.  "Computer,
return holographic character."

"Unable to comply."

"You will comply!"

"Unable to comply.  Holographic character simulation has ended."

"Explain!"

"The simulation of love was defined as a partner who felt limited
by his ability to perform."

"This hologram was not limited," she said with sensual
conviction.

"The hologram is limited by its inability to engage in
intercourse."

"He said we had engaged in copulation the previous evening."

"According to the hologram's definition of copulation."

Seven remained sexually driven, but frustrated.  "I do not
understand."

The computer explained, "The holograms' definition of copulation
was limited to sexual stimulation without actual penetration."

"That is an inaccurate definition."

"Based on standard human definitions, you are correct. However,
the second definition of love dictated a limited definition of
sexual activity.  The definition focused more on inter-personal
relations than sexual interaction."

"This second definition of love appears incomplete..."

"Correct."

"...and a waste of time," Seven added.

"Unable to evaluate comment, please restate."

Seven gave a frustrated, if not sexually heated sigh.  "Computer,
reset holographic representation of Ensign Kim and incorporate
with third definition of love."

"Acknowledged.  Standby."

***************

The air around her tingled over her still nude body as the
enclosed environment disappeared, revealing an open expanse,
topped with an endless sky spotted with downy clouds beneath an
thick, endless layer of silky soft flower petals.  With no one in
sight as far as her eyes, both biological and implanted, could
see, she decided to explore and experience the unique environment
she found herself in.

She looked at the ground as she walked, noticing each step was
soft, yet stable.  The flower petals only compressed slightly to
her weight, evidence to suggest that the layer was already
compacted, and thick enough to be soft to the touch.  She could
feel the petals bounce back following her step, tickling the
bottom of her feet as they returned to their previous shape as if
untouched by anything but the wind.

The scent of the air was aromatic and sweet.  And oddly enough,
she never seemed to get used to the smell.  Ordinarily, the
sensory glands in the nose would grow tired and accustomed to a
particular scent, yet there was no sign she would lose the
fragrance.  A moment of satisfaction as she deeply inhaled the
sweet air energized her sensuality, swelling her sexuality.
"Harry!" she called out.

"Over here," the familiar voice replied over a distance.

Seven noted the direction of the sound and headed toward it.
"Where are you?"  she asked, hoping to re-determine the location
of the voice.

"Over here!"

Seven calculated the distance and quickly ran toward it.  Being
her efficient self, she kept her voice silent, confident in her
determination of the hologram's distance.  As she ran, the air
continued to brush ever so lightly on her body, provoking a thin
layer of sweat that she could smell.

It only served to heighten her drive, which limited her rational
thinking.  Her momentary lapse into sensuality made her
miscalculate the distance travelled, and thus the exact location
of the body containing the voice.  While still at top speed she
tripped over a shin and fell to the ground.  Her body anticipated
a painful thud, but experienced only a muted thump as the layers
of petals absorbed all the force of her fall.

"Over shot the mark, I'd say," the hologram mused as he sat up
overlooking a slightly dazed Seven of Nine.

She turned about to respond, but was silenced by the naked
perfection beside her.  He was as naked as she, in fact, more
naked taking into account Seven's corset.  His broad shoulders,
toned chest and abdomen, covered in a layer of tasty vanilla skin
gave her eyes more than her mouth could describe.  "You look
stunned," the hologram said.

"I am."

He smiled.  "Well, it's not like I'd come fully dressed if you
weren't going to."

"Why not?"

"It wouldn't be fair."

"In what sense?"

"You'd have all the fun," he said with a broad smile.

She smiled back.  "I wouldn't mind."

He took her hand in his and pulled it to his lips.  "Let's be
fair."

"Alright," she said as she slid closer to his body.  "Who should
be first?"  She whispered as she nipped one of his ears.

Caressing her neck and implant with his lips, he said, "Who said
someone had to be first?"

Seven rose to gaze into Harry's eyes and saw a gentle gleam in
his eyes.  He slid his hand down her cheek before sending it down
to her corset's removal fastener.  Seven could feel a sense of
freedom as she inhaled once the corset was taken off, revealing a
slightly paler skin complexion, and a layer of intricate gold
circuitry on her lower back.  Seven became concerned that the
circuitry would damage the hologram.  "Perhaps you should not
touch the circuitry."

"Why not?"

"Because you are a hologram.  They could overload your matrix."

He didn't seem to think it relevant. "Hologram or not, I wouldn't
have removed the corset if I didn't think I'd like what would
happen."

"What will happen?"

His response was only to pull her body close to his, their naked
parts touching in anticipation.  They embraced, exploring each
other's bodies with their hands, lips and tongues.  Their bodies
intertwined in a swirl of touch, taste and smell as they shared
their bodies together.

Slowly they leaned over together, Seven managing to lay on top of
Harry's body, her chest hanging over his.  Seven was intently in
control, teasing him with small wet kisses on his lips, Harry
only managing to fondle her breasts with his broad hands.  His
actions were limited as her kisses moved down to his chest, over
one nipple than to the other.   But before she could head lower,
Harry pulled her back up.  "We do this together."

Seven was puzzled, but followed Harry's motions as he gently laid
her on the expansive bed of roses.  Her confusion transformed
into excitement as Harry's body hovered over hers, his
dark-skinned length swaying over her head, his head positioned
over her pubic area.  Together, they fondled and teased each
other, their individual activity spurring on the other with ever
increasing tenacity, their moans of delight muffled by the flesh
their mouths engorged with lubricating attention.  Seven could
feel the masculinity build as the length she tasted deep within
her mouth pulsed with greater frequency, the flesh swelling and
hardening.  But the intensity of her attention did not waiver as
the entire length of her outer layers continued to get sucked and
fondled, calling her to continue with equal fervour.

She was given a moment of reprieve as Harry's cock was pulled
from her lips, his body hovering body turning to an upright
position.  He sat himself beside Seven, his legs spread out,
waiting patiently for her to respond.  Looking intently at Seven,
he said, "I'm ready if you are."

Sitting up, she looked at his face, down to his length, and up to
his face again.  She wanted to feel him within her.  Everything
up to this point was meant to prepare her for it.  She knew there
would be repercussions, but an overwhelming desire remained
constant in her thoughts.  She could not put it to words, because
they were surging uncontrollably in her mind, but the dominant
feeling was the desire to be with Harry.

She sat up and slid over the petals towards him and positioned
herself over his patient length.  Her arms around his neck, her
legs around his waist, his arms holding her in place, she pressed
down lightly, feeling the head penetrate ever so slowly, the
sensation calling for both caution and continuation.  Harry
breathed a bit deeper, Seven's warmth pressing against his thick,
sensitive skin.

Her hesitation departed as she pushed herself onto the remainder
of his cock, both of them gasping in surprise.  Their response
sparked a primal heat within them, their senses overwhelmed with
the intense pleasure.  Joined deeply at the hip, their slightest
movements provoked heated grunts and moans, their breath deep and
short, their kisses deep and wet.  Seven's arms were wrapped
tightly around his neck as she braced to increase her gyrating
motion, Harry's length  rubbing against her sensitive walls.

Her movements increasingly became faster and deeper, the link
between the two becoming increasingly visible with each efficient
thrust.  Her body felt engulfed as Harry's hands covered her body
with deep caresses, his head buried deep within her chest, his
face rubbing her breasts, his lips suckling her hard nipples.

Her efficiency disappeared in an intense cry as Harry stroked the
charged circuitry along her back.  Her biological sexuality
magnified as her technology augmented her senses, her body
electrified by the power emitted by the holographic lover.  Her
body tensed around his length, her movements quickened
uncontrollably.  Her moans amplified into cries, exaggerated with
each penetration, culminating in a deepened climax, her body
jolting atop a glowing lover.

Her tense thrusts weakened one after the other, her arms,
loosening themselves from Harry's neck.  Enraptured by her
physical satisfaction, she fell backward onto the soft
petal-laden surface.  Laying in the bed of roses, she felt a
soothing satisfaction overcome her.  As her reason returned, her
stomach tensed as she realized her yearning for the love she
experienced with the final Harry Kim.  She knew now that she
wanted more than sex.  She wanted to make love with one man, and
one man alone, the man that cared and was compassionate, soft and
characteristically sweet, young, and strong.  She curled up,
letting the pedals flutter over her naked body, and drifted into
her first dream of true love.

The End.

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